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space-------kid · 5 years ago

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can’t keep my hands (off you).

Anime/Manga: One Punch Man Pairing: Garou/fem!Reader Additional pairing/characters: platonic Metal Bat/fem!Reader, Zenko, mentions of other heroes such as Saitama, Watchdog Man, etc. Genre: Romance, comedy Warning: Absolute silliness. Language – Garou and reader both ate rainbows for breakfast. Dumbassery. Teeth-rotting fluff, maybe? Reader is hella strong like Saitama. Half-assed spice because you’re good at cockblocking Garou despite being low-key thirsty for him. And LOTS of dumbassery from the reader, most probably. Additional tag: Dream-based fic, canon-divergent, Garou is horny af A/N: This is supposed to be a lengthy one-shot, but I’m a dumbass who can’t keep my word so the supposedly one-shot isn’t a one shot anymore. Now I have to worry how I should properly divide all those parts (I mean, they’re already divided, but–) 😅

A wild Garou finally appears!

Summary:

Your life had its general ups and downs, pros and cons, the good and the bad.

You were admittedly a coward and afraid of being targeted by people for it. Following the advice of your (best) friend you trained hard, like, FUCKING hard, and now you’re blessedly, utterly strong you can take down enemies with just one hit. A good thing, really. Can’t let any bad guy harass you or something.

But-

You were probably cursed with the biggest, baddest of luck. Not only were monsters chasing you, suddenly there was this fucking hot bastard weirdo who kept on calling himself the Hero Hunter. “I’m not a hero, goddamn it!”

i. and ii | [more to be added]

“i can’t keep my

hands

off…!”

- can’t keep my hands off you/simple plan

iii.

Alright, forget that you asked. You would always be Bad Luck, Dumbass Chicken [Name] to the universe, anyway.

You blinked back awake to the cheering of children, one of your fists thrown up for a punch and your entire front covered by green goo you easily identified as monster blood. Ew.

Looking down, your gaze zeroed in on the still twitching appendages of the huge insect monster your punch had nearly blown to smithereens. Its head looked totally crushed, and you had quickly figured out that its legs were still moving because of what was left of the electric impulses in its nerv-

You nearly emptied your stomach at the imaginary sensation of a hundred insect legs crawling up your skin.

Too creepy. I’m so fucking scared, for fuck’s sake.

“You saved us, big sis!”

“You’re so strong!”

“Are you a hero?”

“She must be, stupid! Didn’t you see how she beat that monster? Like, she just punched it and the monster’s head went ka-pow!”

Still grossed out by phantom insect legs crawling all over your body, you shakily turned to face the kids – five boys – and frantically shook your head.

“No, I’m not a hero-“ you tried to correct them but they seemed to have elected to ignore your denial and cheered again anyway.

Huh. Kids and their selective hearing.

“You must be new, huh, big sis?” one of the boys, a chubby black-haired one wearing glasses, asked you with stars in his eyes. Another one, sporting a bald head and a monobrow nodded in agreement.

“Maybe that’s why she ain’t in the Hero Guide Booklet yet!” exclaimed Monobrow.

Smile faltering, you waved your hands anxiously at the boys.

“I’m telling you, I’m really not-“

“Oi, leave the little lady alone, brats,” came a deep voice behind you. The boys took one look at whoever it was and scampered off to who knew where, and you could only hope that they would all be heading back to their own homes because it’s late in the afternoon already.

Relief washed through you as they finally disappeared from your sight. With a grateful smile you turned around to thank your savior, only to be met by a huge fist barreling straight at your face.

Your quick (and newly improved!) reaction time saved your face from being bashed in, your conscious mind battling your fight instinct because your attacker was a man. A very tall, muscular, and – oh, snap – handsome man, with sharp features, golden eyes, and spiky silver hair. The smirk he gave you was criminal, and you could feel your heartbeat quickening at being blessed given that seemingly satisfied look.

“Heh, nice reflexes,” said the weird guy, cracking his knuckles then getting into a fighting stance. You could tell from the way he dressed – fuck, that’s a really tight top – and how he carried himself that he was a martial arts expert.

Lucky for him, you weren’t.

“Yo, what the hell was that for?” you nervously asked him, backing away slowly. “You could’ve broken my nose with that punch!”

Weird Guy’s smirk widened. It gave you the heebie jeebies.

And it wasn’t helping that your fight instinct was screaming at you, telling you that you would get more than a broken nose if you refused to retaliate. If he was a monster, you would gladly let your fight instinct take over, but look how lucky you were! If your fight instinct took over, he would be the very first man you’d kill!

Deathly scared at the prospect of having red liquid splatter over the green goo sticking to your front, you closed your eyes and covered your ears.

“I’m too young to go to jail, holy shit! I don’t wanna kill anyone!” you yelled hysterically.

You could feel Weird Guy shooting you a confused look. You peeked an eye open and blanched when his expression turned into murderous glee.

“You’re not the one doing the killing here, little lady,” he said smugly, barking out a wolfish laugh when you winced. “Prepare to be hunted!”

And with that, he shot forward.

You had to bend backwards just to avoid a sweeping kick he delivered to your neck, your back and knees protesting at the sudden action. You dropped on the ground and rolled over just in time to evade his stomping foot. Eyes wide at the fissures his stomp generated, you quickly got up and tried your best to dodge the onslaught of punches he delivered at you.

Don’t fight, don’t fight, don’t fight, please! You repeatedly told yourself. He’s not a monster, oh god, you don’t want to kill a person, don’t you?

“Oh, my god, please stop!” you shrieked at him, downright horrified as your grip on your awareness slowly slipped from your grasp. “Can’t you see that I don’t want to fight?!”

Weird Guy stopped his assault to give you a perplexed look.

“Why?” he asked. “Isn’t that your duty as a hero? I’m a monster, you know, and you should stop me!”

“What?! I’m not a- I-I’m not a hero!” you denied, shaking your head for emphasis.

“Oh, no, no, you definitely are,” Weird Guy enthused, looking manic. “I saw how you saved those kids. A normal citizen would run away, but you didn’t. You faced that monster and took it out with one hit. Fucking reminds me of that fucking Justice Man.”

What the actual fuck? So, he thought you were a hero, too?

“No, no! I’m telling you, I’m not-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Weird Guy had already jumped at you and struck an open palm sideways to your chest, long fingers grazing your left breast.

You blanched out of fear at feeling the pain from the hit, then blushed when you only felt the warmth of his fingers seep through your clothes and when you realized that you had forgotten to wear a bra before going out. Your grip on your awareness slipped, one of your last thoughts circling on how this guy also seemed to be a pervert, grabbing (you knew he didn’t but it was the same in your book) at you like that.

Weird Guy grinned wildly when his attack hit, and yelled out rather proudly, “Remember this face, hero, and spread the word if you survive! Garou the Hero Hunter will-“

You tuned him out, static filling your ears-

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In your last effort to keep the guy safe from your fight instinct, you kept your hands slack, fists curled loosely as you lifted one to hit him in retaliation just as your mind went blank.

It was over the moment your fist – curled loosely, what for? – hit him straight on the jaw.

Garou fought hard to remain conscious even for a few seconds as he committed your face and the form of your body into memory, already listing off ways to counter an unexpected move like he always did when facing an enemy that would prove to be a challenge even for a genius like him.

Small stature hidden by baggy clothing, but he could still register the messy yet effective movements that enabled you to dodge his attacks. Quite flexible, too, seeing how you bent your body backwards to avoid a kick. You may be smaller than him, but boy did your punch – half-assed as it were – pack quite the heat.

And your face…

Garou had to be honest, you looked quite cute. [Color] eyes wide with distress, lips trembling as you lied about not being a hero and begging for him to stop his attacks. He wondered how long he would get to see such an adorable look on your face until you blacked out after that palm thrust landed squarely on your chest.

Too bad you didn’t get to see the satisfied smirk on his face when your eyes finally dulled, your expression coming up blank.

He was too caught up with his premature victory that he utterly failed to sense nor notice one of your fists going up to hit straight at his jaw.

Garou blinked, feeling his body float in slow motion and eventually crashing back down on earth, dark spots dancing on his vision.

What the fuck?

Were you just baiting him by acting like a goddamn coward?

Golden gaze found your prone form before he passed out, his last thoughts before fully blacking out revolving on a rematch should he find you again.

Who was he kidding? He would find you again, and that time he would not fall for your tricks again. You would be the one losing consciousness, he’d make sure of that.

Well, if you wouldn’t turn him in to the Hero Association. You were a hero, after all.

Weren’t you?

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iv.

After he had been defeated by a surprisingly strong hero (you sneezed loudly wherever the hell you were), Garou was left wondering why he had woken in the park and not in a prison cell.

Why would a hero like yourself just leave him unattended like that? Did you not recognize him, or haven’t you heard of him yet?

Well, whatever. It was not as if Garou was glad about the circumstance he found himself in. If you didn’t know who he was prior to him attacking you, then there was practically no more explanations as to why he was still out here in the city and not confined within a four-walled cage.

Garou, however, couldn’t deny the fact that you not knowing who he was vexed him. He had defeated Tank Top Master, an S-Class. Did the Hero Association still not take him seriously?

The self-proclaimed Hero Hunter clicked his tongue in disappointment. Guess he had to kill beat more heroes up if that would get the stupid Association to give him the attention he so deserved.

Garou stopped on his tracks, eyes wide as he looked over his shoulder in surprise. He felt the ground shake before the sound of an explosion reached his ears. Soon enough, he could see black smoke through the canopy trailing up somewhere in the midst of K-City Nature Park.

A monster? Then that meant-

A feral grin appeared on his face. Just what he needed!

A shadow passed overhead as he ran towards the explosion’s general direction. Something wet landed a few feet behind him, the tell-tale sickening ‘splat!’ reaching his ears followed by a very familiar voice whose owner he had lost to.

“-keep telling them I’m not a hero, for heaven’s sake! I just wanna go home, Badd! Come pick me up, please! Yeah, I’m scared outta my wits here!”

Grin turning into a murderous smile, Garou could feel violence coursing through his veins. He never thought that he would get a rematch this early, but he’d be an idiot to let this chance slip by. Not when he already had a counter against your moves he could easily predict now that he had seen through your bluff about not being a hero.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss I’m-Not-a-Hero,” he said in lieu of a greeting once you emerged from within the forest.

And it was pretty convenient that K-City Nature Park is currently devoid of people except the two of you. Must be because of the monster that just attacked.

“Ah, thank god you’re alive- hey, what the hell?!” you exclaimed, expression quickly shifting from relieved to horrified. “What are you doing here? Are you… are you stalking me?”

The way genuine fear filled your face thrilled Garou to the bone. Heh, maybe you realized that baiting him like you did the first time wouldn’t work anymore. Also, you looked pretty cute in that blouse and skirt you were wearing despite the green blood staining your hands-

Hey, now, where the fuck did that come from?

Someone yelled on the other end of your phone call. Garou watched as you frantically yelled back at whoever you were talking to, telling them that you were being stalked. He nearly scoffed at your claim, and rolled his eyes when your screaming match with whoever you were talking to reached a fever pitch.

“What? You’re in A-City? B-But that would take forever! This weird bastard could’ve done a lot of lewd things to me before you get here!”

That made Garou raise an eyebrow at you in incredulity. First, you accuse him of being a stalker. Now you’re mistaking him for some perverted creep? Was this your ploy to get backup as quickly as you could?

He moved towards you in the blink of an eye, taking your phone and crushing it in his hand. You squeaked in terror, looking up at him as you stood frozen on the spot.

“You can drop the act now, little lady,” he told you menacingly. “You ain’t gonna fool me anymore. You’re just another hero I need to take down. No hard feelings”

Garou grabbed you by the collar, manic glee on his face at the thought of getting payback at you for beating him with just one hit.

You, on the other hand, cowered under his gaze. Eyes turning dull, your body went slack and you plopped forward against him.

It was Garou’s turn to freeze. Did you just pass out on him?

He tried to shake you awake but you were so out of it. “Hey, lady, what-“

You lifted your head, almost mechanically, to look up at him. The last thing Garou saw before one of your hands landed a powerful chop between the junction of his neck and shoulder was the same blank expression you gave him before he blacked out like the last time.

Huh.

Seemed like all of that mental preparation and movement prediction he made practically meant nothing against an enemy as unpredictable as you.

You were totally freaking out.

After lugging home the same weird bastard from a few days ago who scared you to death today (holy shit, did you really just take your stalker home?), you decided to call Badd for help. Then you remembered that Weird Guy broke your phone before you could tell your best friend where you were.

Great. Terrific. Wow.

Granted, you had every right to leave the weirdo currently sprawled on your futon alone like you did the first time. But you were so scared that you might have actually killed him this time (the bruise on his shoulder looked ugly) since you gave in to your fight instinct without sparing a thought on who you’re faced with.

Or maybe you did since the handsome bastard still drew breath when you checked on him once your mind resurfaced back to awareness.

Maybe you’d planned to bury him in the middle of K-City Nature Park if he proved to be dead. Lucky for you, you wouldn’t live a life riddled with guilt at murdering your fellow human by accident.

Currently, you were sitting on the floor of your bedroom and waiting for Weird Guy to wake up. You anxiously picked on the fabric of your short shorts while you kept an eye on him, watching his broad chest rise and fall with every breath he took.

You had taken quite a while ogling studying his features. He’s really easy on the eyes, you had to admit. And his muscles (“Oh, fuck, he’s hot-“) weren’t all for show, too. No one would ever know that you had (accidentally) copped a feel of those arms and chest when you hefted him up on your shoulders on the way home. You were eternally grateful for the physical strength your training had given you.

And his back… god, even his back muscles have muscles, for fuck’s sake!

You wouldn’t openly admit, but this guy was the second dude you’d describe as a freaking babe magnet.

(Badd didn’t need to know that he’s the first one. You didn’t need to give him something to relentlessly tease you with.)

Personality wise, you decided to lay off Weird Guy’s I-will-beat-the-crap-out-of-you behavior. You even excluded that weird stalking of his (you’d find out soon that he wasn’t), letting your fight instinct take over if he ever decided to go yandere on you. You wondered what he was normally like. Hopefully someone who wasn’t batshit crazy or something.

You stretched and yawned, letting your arms flop on the space of your futon he wasn’t occupying as you sprawled on the floor on your belly. You folded your arms and let your chin rest on them, [color] eyes admiring his side profile.

Oh, boy. You knew she wasn’t interested about it at her age, but you couldn’t wait to tell Zenko how you met this really, really good-looking guy.

Getting tired of waiting, you stood up and turned to your work table, grabbing a pen and piece of paper to pass the time.

You were fond of taking odd jobs here and there after you had graduated, still unsure of what you really wanted to do with your life despite the fact that you would be eighteen this year. Currently, you were working on a few art commissions to earn money aside from being a service crew at one of the branches of a certain fast-food chain in K-City.

You bent slightly to reach for the unruly pen that rolled away from your reach.

“Woke up somewhere I don’t know and the first thing I see is a pair of thighs. Huh.”

You stopped what you were doing and turned to face the weird guy, now wide awake and looking at you. Heat crept up your cheeks as you tugged on your short shorts, face undoubtedly red from embarrassment.

“They’re nice, by the way.”

At least he didn’t say ass.

You cleared your throat and backed off, fighting the urge to call him a pervert and maybe hit him for good measure. There was something you need to settle first, in case he started attacking you again out of the blue.

“Before you do anything, like, um, attack me,” you began, eyes glued on the wooden floor of your room, “let me clear one thing first.”

Weird Guy raised a brow at you, staying quiet. You took it as a cue to continue.

“Look, mister. I don’t know who the heck you are and what your game is, but I am NOT a hero. No. Nuh-uh. I am in no way affiliated with the Hero Association, and would never want to be. I’m not a hero, goddamn it! So, can you please, please, stop jumping at me and attacking me? I don’t want to go to jail for killing someone! I’m not even legally allowed to drink yet!”

“Tch. Didn’t even thank me for complimenting her assets,” he muttered, looking annoyed as he sat up and gingerly rubbed the place on his shoulder where you struck him.

You were completely caught off guard by his remark. Did he even listen to what you just said?

“H-Hey-“

“And don’t call me ‘mister’, little lady. I’m not that old,” he added, looking disgruntled. When he noticed you gaping at him, he rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah, fine. I get it. You keep saying you’re not a hero, but why did you save the kids from that monster back then? If you weren’t a hero like you keep on insisting, then why do their job?”

You wrung your hands and squirmed under his intense gaze.

“I-I’m kinda strong…? And isn’t that what decent, strong people do regardless of their title or status? I mean, isn’t it enough to be a decent human being to help?” you replied innocently, your eyes finding the hand clutching his injury to be particularly interesting – man, those fingers sure were long. You added rather self-consciously, mumbling under your breath, “…and it’s like I get a choice on the matter. My fight instinct does majority of the job for me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Weird Guy was now openly staring at you with mounting interest.

“You’re really not a hero, huh.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat before meeting his gaze and nodding in earnest.

“I’m really not!” you insisted. “I-I’m [Name], by the way.”

Weird Guy clicked his tongue and plopped back on your futon. “Who knew a civilian could knock me out with just one hit. Name’s Garou.”

“I’m sorry for hitting you twice, Garou. I just got really scared when you attacked me, and, uh…”

Awkwardly you stayed where you stood. It was not until Garou’s stomach growled that you were spurred into action.

“Um, I have food downstairs if you’re hungry…”

Golden eyes looked at you with mischievous glee. “Food’s good right now. Mind if I take a bite at those pretty thighs, too?”

Face red and steam practically hissing out of your ears, you slapped Garou so hard into unconsciousness without having to rely on your fight instinct.

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to be continued

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cruezins · 5 years ago

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☣ ; ( KIM TAEHYUNG , 24 , HE/HIM ) coming up next on rebel radio is OPAUL by FREDDIE DREDD . this tune goes out to SIWON RYU . rumor has it they just rolled into town and are fightin’ for the GHOULS . they’re AFFABLE , INQUISITIVE but also AIMLESS , MERCURIAL so watch your backs out there . we wish them the best of luck here in our golded city of light . stay vigilant , stay dirty rock ‘n rollers and we’ll catch you for the next one .

𝐎𝐎𝐂 : hello ! i’m deni and i don’t know what editing is . i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone . i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea , so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-formed thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same . my discord is gay fairy#6371 . anyway , here is siwon , someone i’ve been work-shopping for a while ! looking forward to writing with you ♡

☣ ; 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 .

cw : drug mentions ; stop me if you’ve heard this one before------

his dad’s a junkie and he hasn’t seen his mom since some fatcats bought their restaurant for a steal a few years before , but that’s the way of life for a lot of people in the underground . young , bored , and desperate to hear and smell anything that wasn’t the rottenness of his own childhood home , siwon found himself on the streets more nights than not , spray paint in one hand , painting nights in greens and purples until reds and blues chased him away . makes his first steal before he can tie his shoes . creates alliances with the neighborhood kids , sneaks around to watch how the haves live with their pretty , pretty screens and their ugly , ugly words . school isn’t anything special , either , and while siwon can’t remember shit that he reads from a page he can work with his hands . fast and efficient , nimble fingers whether they’re flying across a keyboard or fucking around with some screws . you can make something of yourself , some of his teachers tell him while others can’t stop bitching about homework or tardiness or the way he falls asleep in the middle of class . but what’s siwon supposed to make ? he and his ragtag group of weirdos he calls friends . when he gets older and nights get hungrier , siwon learns to stop relying on the benevolence of neighbors and finds a job --- he’s fast , after all , with a sweet face and wide eyes , makes a helluva getaway after years and years of running .

thieving’s a natural grift . he’d been training for this his whole life .�� then he catches the eyes of a boss man who isn’t nearly as mad as he should be catching some kid with his wallet in his hands . courier comes next , ferrying messages from a bunch of suits all over the city . siwon never opened the packages , never second guesses the credits that start bloating his account . desperate , he does what he’s told and does it well ------ and that’s the real kicker , isn’t it ? that after a year and some-odd months of dedicated service they leave him high and dry with some bullshit he doesn’t have any involvement with . after years of running , boys in blue finally catch him and he’s left to take the fall of some dumb fuckery , man , and he’s pissed . steaming in jail , it’s a wonder some other gang didn’t get to him first . the longer he sat and talked with that ghoul member , the more he grew to despise the rich , the ones who left him to rot after all the shit he did for them . what was even the point anymore ? dog eat dog kind of bullshit , no sense of loyalty or shit anywhere . the law and all that money was out to get him from the beginning and siwon had enough of it . a few months locked up but he learned and leaned and learned , only able to get out on a technicality . the second he stepped back out into the sun , siwon followed the map given to him and signed up for the ghouls . city of light be damned . the only lights he wants to see are flames eating this hellhole alive .

☣ ; 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

➤ full name. ryu si-won ➤ date of birth. january 29th ➤ hometown. city of light ➤ gender. cis male ➤ affiliation. ghouls ➤ primary occupation. drug runner , pickpocket ➤ secondary occupation. network manager at an internet cafe

➤ sexual attraction. pansexual ➤ romantic attraction. panromantic ➤ character alignment. chaotic neutral ➤ personality type. enfp ➤ temperament. sanguine ➤ wants. power , family

stands around 5′11 . broad shoulders , slim hips . floppy , messy hair and sun browned skin . half legs . a few pieces of silver in his ears and a small hoop on his bottom lip . dresses somewhere between a washed up rockstar , your college weed dealer , and a miami vice reject . style’s a whim with a closet’s chaotic mix of anything he thrifts or patches together . most of the time he’s sporting cuffed jeans , vintage blouse , a denim jacket or tweed blazer and thick ass boots . keeps all that hair back with a bandanna or a headband , hair ties on his wrist . nothing in his closet’s technically new and he loves looking for a bargain steal —— or simply just a steal . likes colors just as much as he likes his neutrals . wears a black air filtration mask and fingerless gloves . considers his floral button-up shirts fancy material and his trousers cut off at the ankles . likes the smell of old leather and the breathing of fringe on a jacket , the weight of heavy rings on his fingers and sunglasses swooped low on his nose . wears a monocle because he can’t be fucked with reading glasses . his hair’s been every color of the rainbow and he’s always changing it up thanks to temporary dye .

☣ ; 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 .

hustles at arcade halls , scarfs down ramen and burritos like they’re gonna disappear , looks as comfortable in a dark , dirty alley as he does standing under all those lights in the neon district . pockets full of candy and a lollipop between his lips . likes cheap beer and cigarettes , fast talking and smooth smiles . gets up when the sun goes down . who knows if he ever gets a full night’s sleep , but you can find him taking a nap just about anywhere . seems to live for the dark hours and stays busy as a bee , at the internet cafe one moment and grabbing fried cheese sticks in the next before crossing the bridge to watch the street races and venturing to the tunnels for the fighting rings . complains about being broke but puts down bets faster than anyone . lives for the feeling of wind in his hair so the window of his top-floor one bedroom shit hole stays open all the time . feels the rain on his skin , plays with matches . learned how to assemble a gun in less than sixty seconds and stays packing nowadays though he can’t really shoot for shit . spray paints boobs on the sides of government buildings and dicks on malls . looks like an angel under all those holographic lights .

rides a motorbike and his skateboard . can do crazy math in his head and spot fake bills with incredible accuracy . can barely stand to sit still , always moving except when there’s a computer screen in front of him . gets addicted to things so easily it’s scary --- people , food , liquor , feelings . craves that intimacy , craves that closeness that’s always been denied to him . has a loud as fuck laugh and a love for sneaking into places where he doesn’t belong . catches extra cash on the side by fixing up broken-down machines and can figure his way around a motor with a bit of elbow grease . still sees his family . not as much as a good son would , but he sends cash when he can and looks after his younger sister , makes sure she stays well and clean . they don’t know half of what he’s gotten up to since he was let out of prison , but they might have some idea --- after all , who’d pay a crooked boy with a record as well as he seems to be ? when the sun starts to come up and he crashes into bed , siwon stares out the window and thinks about how in another world , or in another time he probably could’ve been something . could’ve made something great . but for now he’s just got a whole lot of anger , raw like a fresh wound he can’t stop picking at .

☣ ; 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

➤ bonds. my loyalty to my friends is unwavering ; i owe everything to my mentor --- a horrible person who’s rotting in jail somewhere ; i fleeced the wrong person and must work to ensure this individual never crosses paths with me . ➤ flaws. once i pick a goal , i become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life ; when I see something valuable , i can't think about anything but how to steal it ; i have a weakness for the vices of the city .

he’s friendly , but he doesn’t make friends easily --- the ones that he has made , he’d do anything for . because that’s how he’s gotten this far , right ? all those people who looked after him when others tried to stomp him out . he’s still close with his teen friends who threw a few grifts with him , gaming buddies that he knows only through a screen . little escapes from all the other bullshit going on in the world . even though he isn’t a club guy , he runs into more than a few faces on his rounds . maybe they’re bad influences or sweethearts who help that touch starved affliction that comes from living in a city so wired . on the flip side , there’s some enemies --- competitors in the runner world , antagonists he meets at the races or rings for whatever reason ( insane bets make tempers run hot , who knows when they’ll flare for good and siwon’s learning the hard way how to keep his mouth shut ) . he’s fixed up a few cars or weapons for people recently because he misses working with his hands . y’know , making nice . then there’s people he’s caught in a crossfire with , where they’ve met something nasty one too many times before over turf , territory and clients . a newer face to the ghouls , he’s bugged someone into mentoring him , and gone on a few runs with someone he loves to call a coworker .

eager to prove himself as more than a green kid with a keyboard and an eye for detail , find him cutting deals and making trades in smokey barbecue houses , hole-in-the wall ramen shops or by taco tents . a full bellied class of clients are happy clients in his opinion , and siwon isn’t above not making deals with the other groups who’s names aren’t violent delights . speaking of which --- there are definitely some skeletons there he aims to confront , some old demons to fight from that class of people that fucked him over . there’s an ex lover in there somewhere , probably met in that pre-prison childhood phase when he mingled past class lines more ( ~1.5-2 years ago ) . someone he’s healthily fearful of for whatever reason , and maybe a vendetta against the family that scammed his parents out of their business and basically sent his life spiraling . there’s someone who isn’t what they seem --- he doesn’t know who they really are , and maybe they don’t know who he is , either . they’ll learn eventually . someone he’s protective over , someone who protects him in ways he doesn’t even know , and those he looks after because they grew up on the same side . desperate for connection , desperate for a place , he finds it all in heaven and hell .

#neongraves:intro #. 𝐒𝐈𝐖𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐘𝐔 ➤ DEVELOPMENT .#this is A Lot #but i had so many notes for myself #let's see how this pans #chaos reigns always

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littlemisssquiggles · 6 years ago

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Pinehead Headcanons: Oscar versus Ruby II

yellow-eyed-green-crocodile asked

“Hello, Squiggles! So, I was listening to Red Like Roses part 2, and I thought: what if it would shift from being from the POV of Ruby and Summer to the POV of Oscar and Ruby, with Oscar in the place of Ruby and Black Rose Ruby in the place of Summer. In the sense that Ruby would willingly offer herself to be thrown in the Grimm pool, thinking this would save Oscar in some way, but realises she actually forced a bigger sacrifice on him, when they see eachother for the first time in months,

Only to be told that they now need to fight eachother, just for Salem's enjoyment, just like in your musings. I say "for the first time in weeks" (I wrote "months" accidentally) because I imagine that, if Oscar and Ruby get captured together, hey would be held completely isolated in separate cells. What do you think?”

Squiggles Answers:

Hey there Yellow! You’re right. As aforementioned, I see two ways a potential standalone Dark Domain Arc can go. Either Ruby and Oscar are kidnapped together and become Salem’s prisoners in her Dark Domain or Oscar is imprisoned alone and becomes the Boy in the Lonely Tower with Ruby forming a search party to journey through the Dark Lands towards Salem’s castle to rescue Oscar (and possibly some abducted Atlesians taken hostage as well during the Fall of Atlas).

Both of these ideas are perfectly possible since they reference idea from the Wizard of Oz narrative.

In the Captive Children version of this concept, I definitely pictured Ruby and Oscar being separated during their imprisonment. Going off of ideas that me and @miki-13 developed, Oscar would be locked away in a tower so that Salem may put him through the same isolation and loneliness that she felt after her father imprisoned her so we can get that irony right there.

And as for Ruby, she wouldn’t be as lucky as Oscar. While Oscar is isolated, he is more or less pampered by Salem. I still like the idea of Salem leaving human minions (like Tyrian or Emerald, Mercury and Hazel) or a Grimm (like my No-Face inspired Grimm idea) to nurture Oscar and ensure that he’s well taken care of.

Ruby, on the other hand will be forced to more or less rot in a cold cage. Salem would put her through the ringer in an attempt to break the young girl. Forcing her to fight endless hordes of Grimm, day in and day out til she dropped before dragging her tired and beaten body back to her jail cell. She might even starve her or feed her less food since Salem wants Ruby to be tormented, but more or less kept alive.

I can see this happening since it plays off of what Miki told me transpired in the story for the Wizard of Oz, in which Dorothy and the Cowardly Lion were taken hostage by the Wicked Witch and during their imprisonment, Dorothy was left unharmed due to protection spell placed on her by Glinda (I believe). The Cowardly Lion, on the other hand, wasn’t as fortunate and was starved mostly.

In this context, Oscar would be Dorothy and Ruby would be the Cowardly Lion, to have that Oz reference.

I still like the idea of Oscar’s actions contributing towards Ruby’s overall treatment. Like if he tries to rebel in any shape or form, it’d result in far harsher punishments for Ruby. I can definitely picture Salem using Oscar and Ruby’s bond and devotion to each other as means of getting them to bend the knee for her.

Plus, in a weird way, I can even picture Salem treating Ruby poorly out of some sick sense of jealousy. Like since Oscar is technically an incarnate of Ozma (or possibly his true incarnate), imagine Salem being envious of Oscar’s love and care for Ruby. Perhaps it might even resurface from surpressed memories of the good ole days between her and Ozma; both before and after the Gods intervened in their lives which makes her even more bitter.

Like Miki painted this really cool scene in their last response about Salem trying to woo Oscar over to her side; believing him to be impressionable. However Oscar is no fool. He was willing to play Salem’s games for Ruby’s sake but he wasn’t about to submit entirely either. I can see Salem’s ploys as a way of her forcing both Ruby and Oscar to their breaking point.

She provokes ways to force Oscar’s hand as a means of seeing how far the boy was willing to go for his ‘beloved rose’. At the same time, Salem pushes Ruby over and over again to the point of extreme exhaustion out of curiosity to see just how resilient Ruby’s indomitable spark is.

Call me a weirdo here but I can see Salem pushing Ruby in that way as a means of playing off of the Indomitable RWBY Theme.

According to the lyrics of that song, the line reads:

“…There’s a light that shines and it’s power is mine. Though the body is weak and breakable. The spirit is indomitable”

An experience like this can be what tests this for Ruby’s character. From the get go, Ruby has been described and often portrayed as this unquantifiable spark that can inspire others even in the darkest of times. She has been crowned as this remarkable individual whose light can become a beacon of hope for many to look to.

But this pegs one question I’ve asked before.

If Ruby is out there being the light that drives others then who is there to keep her fire going?

It has also been foreshadowed that Salem’s intentions are to do everything in her power to extinguish Ruby’s light.

This now pegs this question:

Should Ruby’s light be snuffed out, who will be there to help her reignite that spark.

This explains one of the reasons why I believe Oscar’s relationship with Ruby will become very detrimental to her story moving forward.

Since his introduction, the series has sort of positioned Oscar as someone who is willing to step up to do everything in his power to help her to persevere in tough moments. He’s there to support her. Even when she falters a bit, Oscar jumps at the opportunity to step up and lend a helping hand.

And in an odd way, in moments where Ruby was brought down, since V5, Oscar has been quick to rush to her side when other characters didn’t.

When Ruby was behaving indifferently about her repressed grief over the events of the Fall of Beacon, it was Oscar’s words that pushed her to finally come clean about it. We even got that scene at the end of the V5 Dojo scene where Oscar acknowledged Ruby’s share of hardships in an understanding manner.

“…This must be really hard on her too.”

Mind you, this was his own deduction about her with only knowing her for a short time. Not something Oz had to tell him was the case.

And notice how ever since then, we’ve gotten moments of Oscar trying to back Ruby in some shape or form. Even if it might be small.

I also found it interesting that when Ruby felt awkward under everyone’s gazes during the V6 finale, it wasn’t Yang she looked to as her big sister. It wasn’t Weiss she looked too as her best friend. It wasn’t even Blake or the JNR crew as her supportive friends who knew her longest that she looked to. It was Oscar. She looked around at everyone else but it was Oscar she chose to deflect attention onto. She looked to him.

I guess what I’m mainly trying to say here is that, there’s a reason why I keep saying that Oscar will become an important fuel to Ruby’s spark.

I think part of the reason these two Rosebuds are being wedged together is because when Ruby’s light goes out, it will be Oscar’s light fuelled by his love for Ruby and his desire to help her that will reignite that spark.

I do believe there is a chance that Salem will succeed in breaking Ruby. This is why I’ve jumped on the bandwagon of the Black Rose Ruby theory.

Black Rose Ruby will be the embodiment of a tarnished Ruby Rose, completely broken by Salem. I like the idea of Salem’s goal being to not kill Ruby but torture her physically, psychologically and of course, emotionally.

Use her complete separation from her friends and lack of knowledge of not knowing whether they survived the Fall of Atlas to her advantage. Push her till she breaks. After all, even the most beautiful of roses ultimately wither.

I can definitely see Salem doing this since, as I said, Ruby is someone Ozpin---well Ozma valued as his proclaimed beacon of hope. The one he viewed could potentially be the answer to him finally stopping Salem once and for all, more or less, in a sense.

So I like the idea of Salem, as a means of taunting Oz and giving him the metaphorical middle finger, taking his proclaimed ‘precious spark’ and turning her to her side. To show him that all the faith he put in her was wrong.

“…You thought this girl was strong? Indomitable, you say. Well allow me to prove you wrong like I always have, Ozma…”

I can see Salem relishing in the satisfaction of one-upping Ozpin-Ozma in that way. Breaking Ruby. Making her lose her spark and give up for the first time since we’ve met her as our leading hero. And when performing the final blow, after Ruby is at her most vulnerable, that’s when Salem will drop her into the toxic Grimm Pools of Darkness.

I also really like the idea of Salem tricking Oscar into submitting to her using Ruby. In their last response, Miki described another cool scene where Salem finally breaks Oscar by threatening Ruby’s life. Like after weeks of not interacting with each other, this is what makes Oscar fall.

Okay hear me out with this one:

I know it will probably not happen but...this is where Oscar having a mind-semblance would’ve been perfect. I still dig the concept of Oscar being able to reach out and connect to Ruby in a way that Salem can’t detect.

Like let’s say…by the power of Deus Ex-Let Me Have My Headcanons no Jutsu, Oscar, being of magic and the God of Light’s light, he has this unique ability to connect to Ruby using his mind since the two share the God of Light’s light inside them.

Like imagine if…upon awakening his semblance or unlocking his magical potential, Oscar becomes able to sense other beings sharing the Gods’ power like Salem (as another survivor of First Remnant) and Ruby, being a Silver Eyed Warrior with her eyes still intact.

So because they share the God’s Light, Oscar is able to connect to Ruby via her dreams and almost feel her presence. Like he can feel when she’s sad or hungry or lonely and sort of project himself onto to her. Like he can touch her mind or her soul (???) and comfort her from within without the need for physical contact regardless of the distance between them. If that makes sense.

Like it’s an odd psychic connection where Oscar can just close his eyes, fall asleep on his end and just appear to Ruby in her mind as a voice, talking to her but Ruby can also feel that Oscar is there with her and feel his emotions in her own body while he’s present in her mind.

So if Ruby is feeling scared and Oscar wanted to comfort her, Ruby can feel him projecting his comforting emotions onto her almost like he’s physically infront of her holding her hand.

It’s kind of like how Oz is with Oscar only Oscar and Ruby won’t be connected by souls. But by their hearts. It’s their bond as close friends that acts as the glue holding them together, especially in such a trying time for them both.

But it’s something that only Oscar can only do and he can only do it with Ruby. Since they both share the Light of the God of Light and she’s his closest confidant and strongest bond. That’s an idea to play off of.

As an added fault in this ability, I can picture Oscar realizing that he can perform this magical feat when Ruby is mentally conscious enough to permit him entry into her mind.

In order for the link to work, Oscar needs consent from Ruby to enter her mindspace and it’s not something he can just force his way into. Not like Oscar would want to do this since...he knows fully well that’s not the way to go, right?

And to clarify, Oscar can’t take over Ruby’s body. They’re not bonded at the soul. They’re bonded at the heart which creates a different experience from the Man with Two Souls bit. At least that’s how I’m spinning this idea.

Moving along, Oscar can only link with Ruby when she’s conscious. If she’s awake and he can sense she’s there despite them being separated, Oscar can reach out to Ruby and connect to her in that way.

Like I said, it’s only something Oscar can do since he technically has the magical capabilities of pulling it off in the context of the show.

Seriously, if the Writers wanted to do something like this with Oscar, they can blame it on magic since magic is the power of unlimited possibilities in RWBY.

If Salem and Ozma were able to use magic to make themselves fly and become gods, create Maidens, create Grimm, turn people into birds, etc then I’m sure Oscar mind linking himself to Ruby or appearing to her in her mind or dreams via magic wouldn’t be too impossible.

Anyways, I like the idea of this being how Ruby and Oscar are able to communicate with each other outside of Salem’s influence and keep themselves sane during captivity. However, despite Oscar being the one creating the means to link, the connection is only strong so long as Ruby is mentally stable. It’s like Wifi in a sense. Magical Mind Wifi.

Like I can picture Oscar doing this perfectly when Ruby is fully conscious. But the instant she’s either too tired or worse, unconscious, Oscar can’t connect to her.

Because of this, I can especially see Oscar becoming incredibly anxious in moments when he can’t connect to Ruby. Like he can feel her there but they can’t communicate. This signifies to Oscar that Ruby is hurt or worse which often makes him worry for her.

The worst of it being a time when Oscar stopped sensing Ruby’s presence entirely. Like she’s completely gone and the young farm boy panics at the possibility of Ruby being dead. I can see this as Oscar’s breaking point. The very thought of Ruby being dead being what brings him to his knees, grovelling at Salem’s feet practically begging her to let him see Ruby.

Like I can see Oscar losing all hope at this point. He wants to see her. He needs to see her. He’d do anything to see her and it is that point where Salem finally has him.

So Salem takes Oscar to see Ruby. And once again, playing off of an idea Miki presented, what Oscar finds is horrifying.

What’s even worse is that the feeling returns. As in what Oscar sees before him is a deadly Salem-esque version of Ruby but what makes Oscar more frightened is that it IS Ruby.

It wasn’t a Grimm impersonating Ruby or Salem playing tricks on his mind. It was her. Broken. Tarnished and completely under Salem’s control.

From there, like my headcanon suggested, Salem forces Oscar and Black Rose Ruby to duel to the death on the idea of the two killing each other.

Either way it looks bad---if Ruby kills Oscar then he’ll probably reincarnate as someone else but Ruby would be left as Salem’s pawn forever. But if Oscar kills Ruby, he’d have the blood of the girl he loves on his hands and both him and Ozpin-Ozma would have killed their spark.

This is why I’m in love with the idea of Ruby and Oscar having a similar battle to Keith and Shiro from Voltron: Legendary Defender during ‘The Black Paladins’ episode.

I can see Oscar, similar to Ozma, crawling on the ground, possibly stained with blood at this point, thinking he had gotten away only for Black Rose Ruby to come flying through hellfire to pin him to the ground.

Oscar only has a split second to raise the Oz-cane (newly upgraded with some kind of metallic handle so it’s resilient against a massive blade like Crescent Rose) in time to block the attack. Ruby has him down with every intention to cut off Oscar’s head. Oscar could feel the sharp tip of Crescent Rose beginning to dig into his skin at his throat.

The reason why I say ‘The Black Paladins’ episode since, like that episode, I can picture Oscar reaching out to Black Rose Ruby like how Keith reached out to Shiro. I can see Oscar doing what he always does---use his words to hopefully get the real Ruby Rose to be brought out.

Despite her weakened body being broken and moulded into this monstrous form to serve Salem, Oscar still believed in the indomitable spirit that rest within. That same spirit that has been the driving force for him and so many others for such a long time.

Oscar tells Ruby all of this. Even under the threat of dying. Even as the hell fire flared all around them, nipping at their toes. Even under the destruction they caused together in their waltz of death, Oscar still did his best to call out to Ruby.

To extend his helping hand out to her in hopes that she may grasp it and allow him to take her back to the light. And, being the cheesy romantic that I am, I also envision Oscar professing his love for Ruby in this moment. Why not?

I can see him saying almost the same words as Keith did to Shiro, only in a more romantic context.

“…Ruby please, this isn’t you! I know you’re still in there! I believe you are! You’ve always been able to bounce back from everything the world pushed at you. You persevered. Kept moving forward. Keep us moving forward. Keep me moving forward. You’re my best friend. More than that. I love you! You’ve always looked out for me. We looked out…for each other which is why I’m not going to let her destroy you too!”

Or…something like that.

I guess I just want a moment where Ruby is turned by Salem and forced to kill Oscar but it’s Oscar’s words that brings out the real Ruby, even in her tarnished form.

So Salem orders Ruby to kill Oscar only for Ruby to turn and shock Salem by cutting her head off instead with Crescent Rose. Like a metaphorical fuck you for all the shit Salem put her through,

Tired, broken and confused, Ruby drops Crescent Rose and falls back, Let’s say she and Oscar were fighting on some pillar that was crumpling. The pillar falls plunging Ruby to her doom only for Oscar to jump in after her and there’s this epically romantic as shit moment where Oscar and Ruby are both drowning in the Grimm Pools of Darkness.

Despite the crushing force of the pools, Oscar does his best to reach out to Ruby as she drifts further and further away from him. But Oscar manages to grab Ruby and…just when you think they’re both death, a light erupts from both Ruby and Oscar engulfing them both.

Remember my theory of Ruby and/or Oscar getting rid of all the Grimm Pools by purifying them with either the Silver Eyes or the Light of God or whatever you call it.

My point is, I just wanna see Oscar saving Ruby and then their combined light destroys a Grimm Pool and when Oscar walks out of the pool, he is glowing gold while carrying an unconscious Ruby in his arms.Oscar looks at Ruby, think she might still be corrupted only for her to awaken, revealing her eyes to no longer be red but back to their silver form. The two share a smile and then hug or even better, share their first kiss together, finally consummating their love.

I also like the idea of the Grimm Pools turning Ruby’s iconic red hair to silver. Like if I had to envision Black Rose Ruby, she’d be the reverse of her normal look with silvery-grey hair and blood red eyes, red like roses.

And after Oscar helps cleanse Ruby of the Grimm Pool’s dark effects, I like the idea of Ruby either regaining her red hair or…how about silver-haired Ruby Rose with matching silver eyes? And every time she uses her eyes, her hair glows with her. Ey? Ey? C’mon, it could be a cool look.

Besides, I kind of want it for obvious Howl’s Moving Castle reference:

Oscar: Ruby, your hair…. it looks like starlight. It’s very beautiful. Ruby: You think so? So do I!

So yeah, that’s my take on that. Overall...did I even answer your question Yellow? XD

I think went off of another idea tangent again. Sorry.

But basically I agree with you on Red Like Roses Part II take. I can definitely see it working for sure.

I like the idea of a broken Ruby Rose agreeing to be baptized in the pool as a means of seeing Oscar again. Like Salem convincing her to do it to see him or it’s either Ruby do it or Oscar takes her place. So Ruby, already at her wits end, does this for Oscar. Because she loves him just as much as he loves her.

I will forever be an advocate for Ruby and Oscar falling in love with each other at the same time. I mean techically Ozma and Salem fell in love at the same time but they didn’t know each other for very long.

I like the idea of Oscar and Ruby following the same pattern but in reverse. They get to know each other, grow close and fall in love with each other throughout their friendship. I still wanna see a beautiful close friendship between these buds before any love and romance blossoms. It could be adorable.

They’ve kept these two mostly mutual up until this point. Sure Oscar is gonna be the one to obviously realize his feelings first and confess first, no doubt. Buuuut....I’m hoping it’s still a mutual thing. You’re doing these buds right so far CRWBY. Keep it up and embellish it further in V7.

Mutual interest. Mutual respect. Mutual support, care and devotion. Mutual friendship. Mutual love.That’s what I see for these two kids.

But that’s mainly me. What do you think? I know I shared a lot (again) but if you can, let me know your thoughts on my thoughts as always.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

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stevefromitreviewsgameofthrones · 8 years ago

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The Queens Justice / S7E3

And so, another episode over only 4 left of the season…

Sam does not get punished or kicked out for curing Jorah (all you Mormont fans can cheer and get giddy he is on his way back to his queen) Sam does however get more tedious chores to do… or does he? Let’s think about this he has to copy all those rotting scrolls. Which in those days would mean by hand not with a copier. So Sam the book worm gets to read old scrolls and re-write them? He must surely be in his glory. But wait a tick, was he actually just rewarded? ‘ROTTING” scrolls? Must be pretty old and have info on say the long winter? The White walkers? Did Sam just get everything he was asking for??? All we can do is wait and see but my guess is he did.

Ellaria Sand gets to watch her daughter die and decay in a prison cell while she herself slowly dies. Was that a good move on Cersei's part? Kinda leaves it open for Ellaria to be rescued and get revenge. Her love of slow torture is one day going to backfire. Although as she spoke I was getting upset because it was sounding like a pretty Sandsnake’s head was going to be popped like a grape taking after her father. Luckily it is a slow acting poison, doubt she will get an antidote in time though. But I think it will get mommy’s blood up for revenge IF somebody pops in to let her go.

Euron gets his standing ovation cruising the streets of King’s Landing such a hero dragging his niece behind like a mule. But he did get engaged and is now the head of Cercei’s navy. At least for now I think he is going to make one fatal mistake and try to assault whatever ships they may have in Dragonstone. I’d be oh so careful about bringing wooden ships close to Dragons. It was mentioned about an attack with dragons on his ships so I think it is coming. Especially after he attacked the ships and left the unsullied stranded having to hoof it back. So far she only knows of the first attack and Tyrion was able to stop her but this second attack? She cannot afford these losses.

That takes us to Grey Worm and the unsullied. Successful attack on an empty Casterly Rock then stranded by losing their ships. At least they did not get killed so there is that. But what we have here is a foreign Army on foot in a land they do not know. It will be a long road back and I anticipate many casualties. The Unsullied are great warriors and will be a tough opponent but they can and will fall victim to ambush by people who know the area better. So where on Westeros were the Lannisters? Oh wait…

So when last we saw Lady Olenna she was advising Danni and heading home to High Garden. Hey look it’s the Lannisters!!! So High Garden was soundly defeated and Lady Olenna poisoned so sad I liked her. Happily, she confessed to Jeoffrey’s murder and wanted to make sure Cersei knew great moment in the show. Better was the look on Jamie’s face Cersei drove out his brother and wanted him dead. Over a murder he did not commit. It was purely driven by her hatred of him. I wonder how this news will affect their relationship as well as how Jamie deals with Tyrion when they meet up again. Man, Jamie looked like he was sucker punched for sure.

On to Cersei well of course called the Queen’s Justice so she has the 2 powerful houses backing Dannie brought low and has wiped out her fleet. Mad props to her for taking a powerful start to the war and has a secret way to kill Dragons although while an effective weapon shooting a flying dragon is a lot different than shooting a calcified skull. And of course has stranded ½ Danni’s army in far away from her. I do however find her to be careless leaving Ellaria alive she may be in prison but so was Tyrion once…

Bran has returned home likely with the Night’s King following close behind. He is the 3 eyed Raven he knows all… sees all and without actually saying it told Sansa he watched her get raped. Yeah easy to see how she got creeped out and Had other things to do… When last she saw Bran he was a cripple on the edge of death but just prior was a fun loving lively little boy climbing around the castle. Now he is this creepy stalkeresque weirdo who doubles as a homing beacon for the Night’s King. Poor Sansa she became tough, strong-willed independent woman only to find Jon is an undead whatever and more brooding that he ever was, Bran is a wizard Harry!!! And wait til she runs into the little skin changer assassin. Yep her family is all sorts of messed up freaks. Good thing she has the other creepy dude to ..err yeah nothing good over there either. How about her freakishly huge bodyguard? No? Wildlings? Ok maybe things have not really improved for her in life. Oh but wait Bran needs to talk to Jon… I wonder what he needs to tell him ;)

Which brings us to Jon and Danni…. So, Jon finally meets Aunt Danni YAY!!! He refuses to bend the knee claims they need each other. However, Danni feels she needs nobody but loyal subjects so bend the knee or else. Let’s stop here and check the score board… Dorne = done, High Garden = done. Unsullied foreigners trapped in a foreign land having to fight their way back to Dragon Stone. So save 3 dragons and the Dothraki who hate water she is the losing side and NEEDS help more than she cares to say but, wait Jorah is on his way to her. So Jon is brooding because he is a prisoner, she says he’s not but he feels he is. She wants to take down Cersei and he wants to defend the world against undead that do not exist. You’d think a woman in possession of 3 dragons would have a more open mind about the undead. Any who.. Jon keeps his own walking dead info a secret and so it goes. Tyrion and Jon get some alone time .. oh wait I did previously mention they would have a talk about Snarks and Grumpkins.. it was mentioned. Ok back to their talk sorry can’t mobilize our army north we need to go south to take down Cersei anything else we can do for you… yeah we need to mine this whole place for Dragon glass to make weapons to kill the undead… talk to Danni sure why not let them have all they want for their pretend war with the undead.. They avoided any slick tricks like you seem familiar or whatever. Danni wanted to attack Euron with dragons for the attack on the Greyjoys and Tyrion talked her out of it. Wonder how well he will be able to stop her once she finds out the new mayhem he has achieved. Ends up with Danni being more civil with Jon and less get on your knees now or be my prisoner. I was somewhat disappointed with a title like the Queen’s Justice I expected some action from Danni but nada. I wonder… is Jorah going to go straight to danni or head to Bear Island to rally support from his family? Would be an interesting twist.

Danni and Tyrion need to re-group and think things out while they sit at dragonstone they have suffered far too many defeats.

Follow up questions for Steve:

Also, going back to the last episode recap, you said, They also all forget what book readers knew as lore. There was a golden age under Targaryen rule a time of peace and happiness before the Mad King.” This is essentially what Danni said to JS during their first conversation.

What role do you think Jorah will play now that Tyrion is the hand? Also, the only three living Targaryens on the same island with three dragons…do we have dragon rides in our future?

Steve’s response:

Definitely Dragon rides.

Jorah will be foot slave and worshipper I’m sure he will have a place on the Queen’s council as all others are dead ;)

Here is a scenario for you Tyrion rides one of his new friends because they will likely let him. Danni on Drogon.. Jon wargs into one and both Jorah and Davos ride it because Jon is controlling it :p

Cersei in the meantime lines up and takes her shot to kill one of the dragons but it is Jon who can’t die dun dun dun…and yes almost like me and the show are in sync on those callouts to book lore

Now based on the trailer for next week Arya reaches home as that is her on the horse looking at Winterfell in the distance. I wonder how much of what she does did Bran see. Danni is done with clever plans because she is losing so yes, we can expect a dragon ride. I wonder though what would happen if a dragon breathed fire on King’s Landing with all that wildfire beneath it? Hopefully she takes out Euron’s fleet.

More follow up:

Re: the old scrolls that Sam has to make copies of…could it be possible that is how the audience learns about Jon Snow’s father? Or do you know/have a prediction about how that will happen?

Steve’s response:

Simple Bran already knows and will make the reveal. As noted Bran said he needs to talk to Jon. Currently Bran is the only one who knows. But we won’t know definitively until Jon knows.

So all hinges on Jon getting back to Winterfell to see his little creepy brother that talks to trees.

Another thing to note. Everyone except Ned, Jon and Howland Reed died at the Tower of Joy. So nobody chronicled his birth for the citadel. And those are ancient scrolls Jon is like 20’s? Those scrolls must be from the long winter or older

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